Late morning, almost noon. It’s calm outside, although the ceiling fan which is going nowhere but in circles is raking up a storm.
The bookshelf beside the bed is still dusty. It has been, every time you visited this house. But the rest of the interiors are beautiful.
You lie there on the bed. You relax. Do you allow yourself to relax ? Never completely. Are you capable of relaxing completely? I don’t know. There is always something that isn’t complete. That thought is the carpet of your subconscious mind. You keep stamping on it mercilessly, never paying attention. Will I ever be complete? One day.
So why not enjoy the moment?
Of resting too long and becoming lazy. I’m quite capable of being that.
But your seminary life showed that you hardly compromised!
Yes. But these thoughts were in the back of my mind. I feared so but it didn’t happen.
So why not now?
(A brooding silence).